**Chapter 1: The Heckler**

The dimly lit comedy club was abuzz with the usual Friday night crowd, all eager to laugh and forget their troubles for a few hours. Veteran comedian, Rachel Jenkins, took the stage, her sharp wit and sarcastic tongue winning over the audience from the get-go. That was until she spotted her in the front row - a young girl, probably no more than 20 years old, with a mischievous glint in her eye and a wicked grin spreading across her face. As Rachel began her set, the young girl started to heckle her, shouting out ridiculous comments and sarcastic remarks that caught Rachel off guard. The audience was initially taken aback, but soon they were laughing along with the girl's antics, thinking it was all part of the show. Rachel, however, was not amused. She tried to power through, but the girl's constant interruptions were starting to get under her skin. Finally, after a particularly brutal jab from the young girl, Rachel's patience snapped. She glared at the girl, her eyes flashing with anger, and snapped, "You think you're so funny, don't you? Well, let's see how funny you are in a week's time." The girl, still grinning, shrugged and continued to shout out comments, but Rachel had already moved on, determined to salvage her set. As the night drew to a close, Rachel stormed off the stage, her mind racing with ways to get back at the young girl. Backstage, Rachel's anger and frustration boiled over into a plan. She would mesmerize the young girl, make her return in a week's time, and then...then Rachel would unleash a revenge of a different kind. She spent the next few days preparing, researching, and rehearsing her mesmerizing techniques. A week later, the young girl walked into the comedy club, looking a bit dazed and confused. Rachel spotted her from across the room and smiled to herself. This was going to be sweet. The girl made her way to the same table in the front row, looking around as if in a trance. Rachel sauntered over to her, a sly smile spreading across her face. "You see, I've been eating a lot of fiber-rich foods all week," Rachel whispered, her eyes glinting with mischief. "A lot." The young girl's eyes glazed over, and she nodded robotically, as if under some sort of spell. Rachel's eyes sparkled with excitement as she led the girl outside, to a secluded spot in the alley. Rachel took a deep breath, her stomach churning with the effort. She had eaten as much food as humanly possible over the past week, and now the time had come to reap the rewards. With a satisfied grunt, she finally emptied her bowels, a massive, stinky pile of poop landing on the ground. The young girl, still in a trance, lay down next to it, her mouth wide open, ready to receive the offering. Rachel's eyes gleamed with triumph and revenge as she looked down at the girl, her plan finally set in motion. And that's where our story stands. What's the next chapter?